The House that Jo Built: Chapter One: Last House on the Right
“I’m telling you man, she’s ready.” Charlie held up his phone as proof, displaying a text that read “I want your cock.” “Bullshit,” Dan said, waving the phone out of his face and taking another bite of his square pizza. The crowded cafeteria created an insulating din of noise around them. “No, I’m serious,” Charlie said. “Look at this.” He clicked buttons with practiced fury as he navigated to saved multimedia messages. A photo appeared, slightly blurry, of a pale nipple. Serious now, Dan leaned closer and took the phone, studying the picture. It was too close to tell who the nipple belonged to, but the light pink hue and swollen puffiness seemed somehow fresher and younger than the ones that belonged to the porn stars he’d seen on the Internet. “No shit, that’s her?” …
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